I pass, like night, from lab to lab;I have strange power of speech;That moment that the face I see,I know that person must hear me:To her or him, my tale I teach.

What loud uproar bursts from that door!The banquet-guests are there ;But in the middle hall the ProfAnd the students proposing toasts are :And hark the low sound of invitation,Which biddeth me to the coffee-house!

O Banquet-guest! this soul hathAlone on a wide wide sea :So lonely 'twas, that God himselfScarce seemed there to be.

O sweeter than the conference-feast,`Tis sweeter far to me,To walk together to the stageIn a convocation ceremony!-

To walk together to the stage,And all together receive,While each to his chief guest bends,Old men, and babes, and loving friendsAnd youths and maidens applaud gay!

And to teach, by him own example, love and reverence to all papers that the Academia made and loveth.